The case of the bermuda squirrel.

Yesterday as I was in a rush to work, I thought that I had killed a squirrel. Just before I was about to turn left into work a squirrel came running across the road. It froze still or so it seemed....I watched him go under the front view of my vision keeping the car centered as I hit the brakes. I thought the last thing I should do would be to turn the wheels as he would have no chance.
I braced for a bump or crunch and, as the car moved on I watched in the rear view mirror looking for a ball of roadkill or anything to show what had happened. I could not find anything. Even when I stopped at work barely seconds later, to look for any sign of what used to be a squirrel on the tyres or body work I could not find anything.
Perhaps he did escape afterall.